Romans & histoires Meliodas And Zeldris

"Your obsession with other houses' affairs borders on unseemly. Mother would say it's beneath the dignity of a Keltos servant to traffic in common gossip." Despite his chiding tone, his purple eyes glinted with unmistakable interest as he leaned forward. "Fortunately for you, I am not my mother. Tell me everything." Ziska grinned, showing her small pointed teeth. She positioned herself on a stool across from him. "Well, it seems that starting four days ago, dear Mavros Vex Maelis is suffering quite the embarrassment," she began, savoring each word. "He arranged to purchase a human woman from a dwarven caravan. She’s apparently a scholar of some sort.”

Melinda said. “...” Hearing this, Ludwig unconsciously staggered backward. “Y-You are…” His face paled. “That’s right,” Melinda said, “I’m Melinda Theophanes, the daughter of the Ancestral God Hadad Theophanes.” “Y-Y-You…” Ludwig stammered. Melinda raised the sword in her hand. Then, a figure flashed. In the next instant, she was already back to her original spot. Meanwhile, Ludwig had been decapitated. His head fell to the ground, and his soul dissipated. As his body gradually disappeared, a golden elixir appeared in the void.

You can't even be bothered to hide how desperate you are, can you? I took the heavy blade. Without a second thought, I slashed my own wrist. Sacred mate's blood spilled, dripping onto the cold marble floor. The bond shattered. I watched the soft mark bearing my name on Zale's chest burst into flames. When the light faded, a glowing Siren scale mark took its place. He and Philon looked so relieved. So proud. "Kressa, once Melora is stable, we'll restore our bond. Don't worry, I will never betray you!"

“I need to know who’s on my side and who isn’t.” Durmas hesitated for a moment before rattling off the names of the loyal elders and the traitors. “Those who stand with you include Elder Marcus, Elder Rosalind, and Elder Tyren,” he said. “But on Zelda’s side… there’s Elder Corvin, Elder Melys, and Elder Draven. They’ve been instrumental in spreading her influence.” My lips pressed into a thin line. “I expected as much. Draven’s loyalty has always been to power, not justice.”

Melissa's POV I was in my office with Aiden and Fred when my phone rang out. It was Alpha Drew. “Hello.” “Melissa, my pack just got attacked right now.” He said, sounding out of breath. I stood on my feet. “What? Are you okay?” He chuckled tiredly. “I'm good, just got some injuries but I'm fine. What about you?” “I'm glad to hear that you're okay. I'm fine too, we got attacked by a dark beast, what about you?”

Each step brings them closer to confronting the source of their anguish, and a chance to restore balance to their shattered world. At last, they reach the inner sanctum, a hidden chamber veiled from prying eyes. The air within is heavy with anticipation, tinged with a sense of impending confrontation. Zelda, her eyes brimming with determination, grips her weapon tightly, ready to face the embodiment of her suffering. Elliot and Chris stand beside her, their loyalty unwavering, prepared to fight alongside their allies.

Celine's heart pounded in her chest, unsure of what to do. Ermanno's reaction to Zelda's distress was swift and immediate, his expression shifting into one of concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, gently wiping away her tears, his voice soft and comforting. "Mom and Dad are getting divorced," Zelda sobbed into his arm, her words muffled by her tears. Celine watched, her heart sinking at the sight of Ermanno comforting Zelda. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she observed the intimate moment, knowing that Zelda's tears were fake, a carefully crafted performance designed to elicit Ermanno's sympathy.

However, if you looked closely, he had many scars all over his body and the most visible was on his face–a burned scar. His scars came from the countless battles he went through. He was on the frontline ever since he had his bestia. Asmodeus considered Zuriel a threat to his position as king so he decided to make him the ruler of Semel. The first layer was the first line of defence, and your life would always be in danger since a lot of creatures had tried to invade the Underworld. Elisia knew that her father sent Zuriel to Semel to die there, but it didn't happen. Instead, Zuriel became stronger as wars and battles molded him to be one of the greatest legion generals.

I couldn't believe that I was seeing a real breathing creature from the stories I read as a child. Ellis rolled his eyes and gestured for me to come closer. Axel sat me to my feet and grasping my robe closed I shuffled toward the man. Holding his wrinkled hand out to me I placed mine in his and tingles flowed up my arm. “Zelos is a dark entity but you can destroy him with your light. You can also use it on yourself to push out the toxins,” Ellis said firmly. He eyed my father and grinned. “She is stronger than you but hasn't even scratched the surface, she should be mated to another necromancer and not that dog,” he spat, causing me to yank my hand away in anger.

"It is different." Zezi finally declared and Lord Rosil frowned, taking a step closer to her. "Are there any other bonds you know of that could be mistaken as a matebond?" "No... This..." Zezi shook her head. This wasn't the time to get overwhelmed by sadness or Lord Rosil's stuttering answer. This was the time to get her head straight and think probably. Lord Rosil snapped her fingers like she had just gotten a groundbreaking idea. "Well, of course, it is different! Both of you are different." Her green eyes glinted with excitement at her coming explanation and for that brief moment, Zezi remembered Gwen and missed her. "The King is a Soul Seizer and you, are his mate."